Back from the winter break.
"The pieces of the mirrors hung strangely, suspended in the air after they exploded, a bewildering kaleidoscope as far as Joshua could see. They hung and rotated for a long quiet moment, the shards reflecting things that were not there. Then they began to melt."

Trying something new, below is a page from "lifetime of Dragons.". My new book. #writitng #author #scifi #fantasy

“Of course. Some daft royal girl, thought me a prince, gave me a kiss, and her being a young woman and a princess to boot, was full of the wild magic, so a prince I became. Didn’t work out in the long hop.” #Writitng #Fantasy #Books

"It was too high, the soil too thin, the hard wood of the mountains too near the surface. The smoke of the dragon’s keep would darken their skies and ash would choke their little river. It was not a hopeful place in the best of times, and these were not the best of times." #Writing #Fantasy

"The blackness inside the gate never got up the courage to reach out to him. It wasn’t a natural darkness... This was an old shadow, cast by a mountain that had long since been weathered away. It knew better than to nip at heroes with magic swords."
#Writing #Fiction #Fantasy #Writingcommunity

“Please, I don’t want to die.”
He wondered if this was the first time in her life that the Lady Anween had ever been denied something she really wanted.

This week I'm working on editing 'Lifetime of Dragons' its currently the closest to publication. #Writing #Fiction #Fantasy

'It was unnerving, and a bit frightening, it was the reason, on the night when it had really mattered he had trusted her so completely. “No,” she decided, “No, I don't think anyone dreamed the Llama. It makes too little sense."

Part of the intro of a new character. #Writing #fantasy

"When we focus, really focus our attention on something it becomes infinitely more complex, we find variety that no one else notices imperfections that are meaningless, until loved... Their mouths were different, every single one. Dramatically elaborately, artistically different."

More dream work

“The curse that killed Margret didn't even hurt. It just felt cold. Not the hard crisp cold of a winter's day but a slow creeping cold like bog water seeping into tall boots or the end of childhood.”

Slow writing day, so something from a recent flash fiction.

"The eyebrow, on being joined by its neighbor, had gone from accusatory to openly curious."

Working on part 3 of "The Life and Limericks..." The first draft of this book was written a number of years ago at this point, its nice to come back to it. Hoping to have a 2nd draft in a month or two.

"That night, lying on the couch he examined that weight that had seemed to solidify around his decision. It was hard and painful, a lump squeezing his heart...It felt like growing up."

On to part 3 of "Life and Limericks" the story of the strange life of a dream come true.

"She was taller than he expected, close to ten feet when he got up close and he saw that her skin was made of words. Some typed some handwritten, some chiseled into flint all in subtly different shades of ink black all swirling over her like a hurricane made of subtitles."

Working on pt. 2 today

'The clouds had been threatening rain since four o’clock on the day that Timothy Toulain buried the girl of his dreams.'

Working on the second book today "The Life and Limericks of Violet Toulain: A Good Dream" its been slow but steady going. working on the minutia of dream cartography.